Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1172

Myles wanted to burst into laughter, but the pain wracking his body snuffed out any trace of humor.

"Kenzo, have you lost your mind? Where's that calm and collected facade now?"

Ah, but that was a mistake to say. Hadn't Kenzo been mad the moment he stepped into this mess?

A dangerous glint passed through Kenzo's eyes as he gripped Myles' throat. "I'm not in the mood for chitchat. Hypnotize her, and I'll let you go."

Myles paled, days of torture having brought him back to harsh reality. He realized he wasn't the King; he was just Myles, a hypnotist. No matter how closely he mimicked, it was all just a poor imitation. He wasn't the King, not the oil baron with power over storms, just a shadow, easily overlooked.

And his obsession with Brielle? Was it just to mimic more convincingly, knowing the King's obsession with her, or had he hypnotized himself into this fixation?

testament to his skill but also his folly. A grave misstep. That's why many in

bone from the torture. He was lucid now, wanting only to survive.

her stomach, her face deathly pale. "Kenzo, how could you become

Who else to blame but her for his transformation? It was she who had

Brielle, took a deep breath,

with Myles. But now, her resistance was

her lips. "I actually wanted to kill you myself, but I can't seem to do it, Brielle. Why

had an unattended wound on his wrist, a token of his physical manifestation of his turmoil. "Your sentiments are touching

chuckled, unable to take his eyes off her. He had played so many roles over the years, yet now, he felt he couldn't continue his act before her. "Brielle, cooperate with

response was cold, "Fine, I'll

beneath them began to shift,

the minimal water, the soil was collapsing. There was